So, I was inspired by Stabler pictures for season 2 Organized Crime. Younger Meloni didn't really do much for me but older… yum.

I own Nothing… All hail Dick Wolf

Ummm, this was going to be smut and fluff and totally did its own thing. Will probably continue into a PWP. No smut in chapter one, but …

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

By Katsume

NC-17

It had been a long, long time since she had allowed drink and revelry to override her natural inhibitions. She considered moving but thought better of it. Her head was pounding. Deciding to bite the bullet, she moved and her head argued loudly, her stomach spun madly. The urge to vomit was sudden and she rolled from the bed, completely misjudging the height and her actual location and falling to the floor with a loud thump and a wild curse of "Fuck!" The plus side of the fall was that her body momentarily forgot about puking and instead focused on figuring out where the hell she was. As that thought echoed, so did another. She was butt-ass naked. What the hell did I do?

A groan echoed from the bed above her, and a voice called out even as a hand reached down to her. Panic of another sort blasted in as she registered the owner and the words. "Liv? Are you okay?"

A sound resembling a hysterical giggle slipped from her mouth and she covered it with both hands, as if being quiet could stop the reality of the entire situation. She had been lying naked… in bed… with Elliot Stabler. The Gods were laughing their asses off at her. She closed her eyes in disbelief and eased herself slowly into a standing position, swaying slightly as the pounding in her head reminded her off her apparent stupidity. Struggling with the sheet around her for the briefest of moments, she let out a low groan. "Sick… Gonna be sick!"

He rolled from the bed with none of her apparent difficulty and guided her to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before spewing a gush of liquid.

Disgust, embarrassment, horror were the predominant emotions rolling through her as he held her hair away from her face. After a few moments, as she laid her face against the cool porcelain, she listened as he shuffled around the bathroom, turned the water on, and placed a cool cloth on the back of her neck. He offered her a cup of water to rinse her mouth and she accepted.

"Do you think you can get up?"

"No… I think I'm just going to sit here until the floor opens up and swallows me." Please floor, swallow me…

"Liv?"

"Not now, El, okay? I just need a few minutes."

He sat on the edge of the tub as she pretended he didn't exist. "I'm not going away."

She sighed. "I know." The pause lasted another moment. "Um, El…" She looked up then, her head lifting slowly.

"Yeah?"

"This is not some freaky alcohol frenzied dream, is it?"

He gave her a half smile. "Do you want it to be?"

"Um yeah, I kind of do. I don't drink very much and I sure as hell don't drink to excess."

"Well, it did get kind of crazy there for a while. To be fair, you didn't have that many drinks, they were just really strong. You drank the first pretty fast, but you took about an hour to nurse the second, and barely made it halfway through the third before you pushed it to me and told me you were ready to call it a night."

She raised a brow and glared at him. "Two and a half Margaritas? Seriously? How many did you have?"

"I didn't, remember? I nursed a beer all night. It's been a while since I went out and had drinks with the team, and our teams thought it was funny that we miraculously all had the same idea and hit the same place. It was fun though."

"Please tell me I didn't completely destroy my own reputation by dancing on the tables?"

"Nah, that was Rollins."

Olivia choked out a laugh. "God if my head didn't hurt, I might actually believe you." She sat up tentatively and he stood, offering her a hand. "It's slowly coming back to me. I didn't dance on the tables and neither did Rollins."

"No. Fin and I, we always have your back."

She gave him a half smile as they walked back into the bedroom. Her eyes dropped to her clothes scattered all over the floor. "God El, I am so sorry."

"Don't be. We were close to my place when we left and you said you were feeling a little sick. I didn't want to put you in a cab, and I didn't want to leave you alone, so we came here."

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"It has always been my pleasure, Liv."

"I tend to get hot when I drink."

"So you said when you stripped."

She blushed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be." He smiled gently. "You relaxed and had a little fun and nothing happened between us besides a nap," he paused and winked at her, "And a strip tease."

She grabbed one of the pillows and swatted him with it. "You know, I am one of those people who eventually remembers every little detail of what they said and did while they were drunk. I did not intend to get drunk, especially not in front of my team and yours."

He sat and took her hand, lifting it to kiss the knuckles, before meeting her gaze. "I think, for once, you felt comfortable and safe. That allowed everything you've been carrying lately to relax a little. The drinks you had were consumed responsibly overall. I just think they made them really strong. To you, you were drinking one drink, but the alcohol in them was of a premium quality, and it was more like having two or even three to every one. You do remember telling the waitress that one was your limit, right?"

"Yes, and she told me they were two for one… so I decided to have the second. And I was feeling pretty good and didn't feel impaired, so I went ahead and had the third, but then that one hit me and I knew I was done."

"Exactly, and you pushed it away, and we excused ourselves and left. I told everyone I would see you home. And well, my home was closer and…"

"And I wasn't feeling well by then. The teams seemed to have fun."

"Yeah, they did."

"At least the drinking didn't get too bad."

"Nah, I texted Fin. He said he made all the kids go home when they started a round of truth or dare, shot style."

She cut her eyes at him, noted he was teasing and shot back. "Damn, I could have had a lot of fun with that one."

Laughing, he stroked a hand over her cheek. "Oh, the stories we could tell the kids…"

"Have you ever been cut by a lab tech?"

He grimaced. "Have you ever seen your Captain dressed as a hooker?"

Smirking, she let out a low laugh. "No, just as a madame."

Elliot blinked. "What?"

"We had a trafficking case. I dressed up as a madame for an undercover stint." As he raised his brows, she chuckled. "I'm getting a little old to be running the hooker route."

He drew the hand he had been holding away from her body, capturing the other and doing the same. His eyes skimmed over her, draped in his sheet. "I don't know about anyone else, Olivia, but you are amazingly beautiful and have only gotten better with age.

She gave him a shy smile, pulling a hand free to cup his jaw, fingers curling into the fullness of his beard. "So have you, El. So have you."

He blushed and flashed a quick grin. "Thank you. Why don't you lie down and rest for a bit? Then we you wake, if you are feeling up to it, we'll have some breakfast."

She nodded and laid back, pulling him with her by the hand he still held. "Would you lay with me? Just to sleep? It's been a long time since I've felt so safe."

He smiled and laid back down beside her, curling against her so they spooned together, careful to keep their lower halves separate. "Me too, beautiful girl… me too."